Marcella Brand Novels & Stories

With a smile, I tied my hair up, and put on my black stiletto heels. "Are you ready?" Marcella called out. I joined her in the living room and picked up an apple from the dining table. "Someone is looking really good today," she eyed me suspiciously. "Trying to impress your super client?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Super client?" "Uh-huh, the one you have a meeting with. Ring any bells?" she said, while arranging her things. "He's the CEO of an exclusive fashion brand, Marcy. Of course I have to impress."

She patted my hair down and rolled the tips of my curls. "The better we make you presentable, the more our money would be," Marcella said, not even minding that I was present. "Okay, good then. Let's see what we can do with this." She stared at my bruised body. "Get me that oil. It should be able to conceal these bruises. Why would you allow yourself to be bruised?" She scolded me. See when I said that certain people were foolish? I knew what I was saying. " Now you might be rejected. What am I even saying? I certainly won't want to buy someone like you. You're damaged goods."

I had no idea what was going on, and I did not care because Marcella's face was everywhere in the large room. "Congratulations, baby girl; you made your dreams come true. I would call it a lovely launch. Classic." Marcella received a wink from the girl with dark hair. Then I wondered if her dreams involved cosmetics. Skincare? Nothing on these posters hinted at what she was going to launch. The classic launch was full of sarcasm, and I could see the dark-haired girl smirking. "Thanks, Alexis," Marcella winked. "That mink stole, by the way, is everything!"

She had to come up with a fast plan to escape from the clutches of the devil himself. ★★★★ Outside, Marcellus took his bat form, not minding to fly the whole thirty minutes back to Ocean City. He needed a way to suppress the anger that was building up inside him, he'd shown her another side to him and saw how scared she was. "Marcellus, you seem troubled?" Brandy asked while shredding off the little fabric that covered her tits. "I didn't come here for questions," he snapped, pulling her unto his laps, allowing her to straddle him.

Because standing there, under those warm golden lights, with her hair falling freely over her shoulders and that dress hugging her body like it was made for her…Is Marcella. Not similar. Not close. Not reminiscent. The same….exactly the same.